The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The ink was black. It was not the blue-black of the sea, nor the deep violet of twilight, but a flat, absolute void. It sat in the iron pot on the desk, cold and still. Commander Elias Thorne sat alone. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window looked out onto the gray street of the city. Rain streaked the glass. It fell in sheets. He held the pen. His hand trembled. It was a fine...

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